A bad author can take the most moral issue and make you want to just never, ever think about that moral issue.

I would like to say how much I resent people who say of the Islamic Republic that this is our culture - as if women like to be stoned to death, or as if they like to be married at the age of nine.

Memories have ways of becoming independent of the reality they evoke. They can soften us against those we were deeply hurt by or they can make us resent those we once accepted and loved unconditionally.

I eat my heart out alone.

A bad author can take the most moral issue and make you want to just never, ever think about that moral issue.

She was one of those people who are irrevocably, incurably honest and therefore both inflexible and vulnerable at the same time.

There is little consolation in the fact that millions of people are unhappier than we are. Why should other people's misery make us happier or more content?